


Dear Pietro

by wolfdogmcu



Series: Standa [1]
Category: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Genre: Angst, But at this point my brain is everywhere, Death, Eventual Steve/Wanda, F/M, Gen, Grief, Grieving, I think I've put the main character tags, Letters, Mental Health Issues, POV First Person, Sad with a Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, They crop up every now and then, Written as letters from Wanda's perspective
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-12-30
Updated: 2020-01-04
Packaged: 2021-02-25 00:47:07
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 19
Words: 5,313
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22027204
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/wolfdogmcu/pseuds/wolfdogmcu
Summary: Dear Pietro,Steve told me it might help if I wrote to you. That's what he did, when he came out of the ice. He wrote to Peggy, and Bucky, and it made him feel better. It was like he'd told them how he felt.I don't think this will help me.A collection of letters written by Wanda as she tries to navigate life without her brother.
Relationships: Wanda Maximoff/Steve Rogers
Series: Standa [1]
Series URL: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1585504
Comments: 6
Kudos: 26





	1. Chapter 1

Dear Pietro,

Steve told me it might help if I wrote to you. That's what he did, when he came out of the ice. He wrote to Peggy, and Bucky, and it made him feel better. It was like he'd told them how he felt.    
I don't think this will help me.

Without you here, I don't know what to do. No matter what they tell me, I know they don't understand. Even they know it, you can hear it in their voices. You were a part of me; you were all I had. None of them know how this feels. I wish they did. I wish I could make them. I would if I had somewhere else to go.

Natasha made it clear that my powers wouldn't be tolerated. She lectured me at great length about it. I can't lose this place; I can't afford to stay anywhere else. 

When we were here before, you said you liked it. It was a nice big space, and there was a lot to look at, which has always been good for you. Moreso since the experiments. It always made me laugh, the way you would zap from place to place, picking things up and showing me them.

Things are too quiet now. 

I took my last real look at you today. Everyone has been bothering around me, asking if I'm okay. I am not. They know this, but they still ask. I can't stand it. Clint has been hounding me in particular. He is why you are dead; I do not want him near me. 

Whenever I was sad, or scared, I turned to you for comfort. Here, there is no one. I can't see things getting better. 

Your funeral is tomorrow. 

Sleep well,   
Wanda 


	2. Chapter 2

Dear Pietro,

We laid you down to rest today. Open casket. You told me once, if you were to go, you wanted the world to look at what they had lost. Everyone was crying. They didn't even know you. They had not lost a friend, but a team member they could have utilized. I don't believe their grief. 

I broke down when they put you in the ground. I couldn't stop screaming. My magic knocked a few of them over. No one knew what to do. The only one who came towards me was Steve. 

You didn’t know him too well, but I think you would have liked him. He is a caring man, and he stayed by my side until I had calmed down enough to move. 

I'm writing this from isolation, however. Tony has deemed me too big of a risk like this, and so I have been detained. Clint came by to try and see me for a moment; I didn't let him.

I miss you so much. I can't believe that I will never see you again. Your voice haunts me from the hallways. I keep turning to see you, to speak to you, and there is nothing. When I close my eyes, you're all I see. Please come back.

Please.


	3. Chapter 3

Dear Pietro

They let me out of crazy jail today. From what I could gather, Steve pushed for it. Tony didn't seem pleased. There is discord in this building, I am to blame. If I’m honest, I don’t think I really care. Let them fight.

The news mentioned you today. They called you a hero, dying for a comrade, and a boy. I wanted to scream at the TV. You died for nothing. We wanted to destroy The Avengers, and they ended up destroying everything I had. They killed you. 

I hate them.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Apologies for how weirdly I'm uploading this. I wrote it all before posting as I have a tendency to have trouble updating multichapter fics. I'm putting the first few up tonight as I give them their very final proof reads. 
> 
> This entry is rather short, which is part of why I'm uploading a few at a time


	4. Chapter 4

Dear Pietro

Today, I was given all of your things. They had been recovered: your clothes, shoes, and other less significant possessions. All of them fit into one box. Everything you owned, they all fit into one box. They didn't even fill it.

We didn't have the best lives, I know this. And, after the bombing, then the experiments, we lost almost all we had. There was little time to collect things. But, Pietro, a man like you, it's hard to see your life summed up in only a few select objects. 

I laid your running shoes on the grave. I hope they reach you: Godspeed. That's what people say when you die, correct? Now you will make it real. I have your hoodie on. It smells like you did. 

If you were here, I know you would be telling me to try and move on. Actually, no, it's you. You would say I should be heartbroken to have lost you, but the healthy thing to do would be to keep pushing forward. 

I wish I could hear from you, I wish you could tell me what to do. I don't know myself; I am lost. 

Sleep well, I love you   
Wanda


	5. Chapter 5

Dear Pietro

Natasha showed me a picture today of Clint's baby boy. They named him after you.

_ Nathaniel Pietro Barton _

Not only did he take you from me, he has a child. Giving it your name does not resolve this. It does not bring you back.

Naturally, I started crying, and she clearly had no idea what to do. I dismissed myself, and went to write you this letter.

I wonder what you're getting up to up there? 

Love, Wanda


	6. Chapter 6

Dear Pietro

Today was not the best; they're making me train. You would have loved this - not only running rings around everybody, but getting to tease me for being 'athletically challenged'. It was always you who had the energy.

Steve lead the training today, and was patient with me. Maybe too patient. I know I shouldn't, but I do wonder how far I can push him. It would be nice to have some fun.

He took me to your grave today. I tried to go alone, but I couldn't make it. Every time I got close, I fell to pieces. Did you get the flowers? We left them for you.

I don't wish to talk to anyone. They still bother me. Clint makes me feel sick.    
I don't mind Steve though. He's gentle and kind. I wish you could have gotten to know him.

The hoodie is warm, and it still, just barely, smells of you. You are fading. I can't bare to let you go. This is the closest thing I have to holding you. Pietro, please, somehow… don't be dead. 


	7. Chapter 7

Dear Pietro

It's been a couple of days since I last wrote to you. I fell ill after training, with a fever, and so I have been more or less delusional while lying in bed.

Do you remember when we were kids? We were never the healthiest. You used to spend so much time caring for me, staying by my side and soothing me through the sickness. I would do the same for you, though you'd often cuddle me and not let go even when you asked me to get you things. It was nice.

I thought I heard you today; I thought I felt you. You were petting my hair, promising me that I was okay, and that I would be all good as new soon. You kissed my head. Was it you? 

They took the hoodie away. By that, I mean Natasha took it. Apparently, it needs washed, since I was wearing it while I was unwell. She did not care for my screaming, or crying, and when I tried to get in her head, Steve stopped me. 

He held me, Pietro. He pulled me tight against his chest, and he held me. His cologne smells like yours. I don't mind him so much. 

I've been feeling better today - the fever has mostly run its course, and I'm to the point of an average cold.

Do people get poorly where you are? Probably not. 

Take care of yourself   
Love, Wanda 


	8. Chapter 8

Dear Pietro

Maybe I was using the illness as an excuse, but I haven’t been outside in a while. Nor have I been training. I didn’t want to leave. It was bad enough they took away the last scraps of you, but now they wish to work me until I too am six feet under. There’s no point going out there.

But, apparently, I cannot just rest. They’ve sent three people at me now. Tony, Natasha, and Sam. I didn’t answer them, even when one of them tried to physically drag me out. I am not going with them. They shouldn’t care what happens to me. I may lie here and starve.

I wish I could join you. There’s nothing left for me.

Come back.


	9. Chapter 9

Dear Pietro

I went outside. He came with me, and let me go at my own pace. Pietro, he is a good man. There is no one here I could come close to trusting, except  _ him _ . 

Steve has been kind without being condescending. He lets me speak, and doesn’t come to me only to ask about you. He lets me bring it up in my own time. He does not pity my mourning. Instead, he speaks to me like I’m a person - like I’m not some therapist’s practice doll. With him, ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ is an acceptable answer.

But I think it’s because he understands. He knows true, agonising loss. Everyone he knew and loved died long ago, aside from the one woman whose mind is gone, and his best friend who was made into a HYDRA puppet. He knows this pain enough to exercise patience. 

I liked spending time with him. We only took a walk around the facility, and we didn’t go far. It’s been a few days since I last ate, and so I couldn’t manage much walking. Embarrassingly, I did almost faint. He held me up, an arm tightly around my waist, and helped me stagger to the side of the building. We sat down together, and he held my hand as I started shaking.

Maybe it wasn’t such a  _ good _ time, but it was nice.  _ He’s _ nice. I would like more time with him. He asked if I wanted to have lunch with him. I said yes. I’m writing this while I get ready; my clothes were muddy from the grass.

When we’re back, I’ll catch you up.

Love you,   
Wanda 


	10. Chapter 10

Dear Pietro

I hope it doesn’t in any way hurt your feelings that I’m saying this. I can only imagine the tantrum you would throw if you were still here. However, I have to admit, today is the best I have felt since you passed. Steve is such a wonderful man, and he was so kind while we were out. 

For lunch, we went off the complex for a while. He drove us to a small diner, where we managed to get a nice booth in the corner, and could enjoy the quiet. The food was good - homely and simple. We had sandwiches and coffee. While we ate, he told me some stories from his past. 

I don’t think you had learned this yet, but he is actually from the 1940s. He got frozen, and thawed in this time. According to him, these sandwiches were far nicer than some of the foods they used to have. Most things were boiled, and didn’t have much - if any - seasoning. When he had coffee then, it wasn’t very nice, and he rarely took milk and sugar. 

These days? Good splash of milk,  _ four  _ sugars. Pietro, he is a _ grown man _ , and he takes four sugars in his coffee. Even I only take three. He was amused by the teasing though, and in a passing comment mentioned a liking for frappes. Maybe I will take him for some one day.

I miss you more than anything, and I wish you were here. I would have loved to see your face as I told you about this. 

Things are getting a little easier. 

I love you,   
Wanda


	11. Chapter 11

Dear Pietro

Natasha told Steve off today for going too easy on me. In his defense, I was definitely playing him more than a little bit. I do not like training; I wouldn’t like it even if I was paid to. Steve is very clearly soft on me when it came to assigning things, and I had managed to weasel out of two exercises, and do the bare minimum for another. He hardly argued it.

Then, of course, Natasha noticed, and put her foot down. Apparently, it’s a bad idea for me to get lazy, in case we ever need to go and fight. I tried to argue that I don’t particularly  _ need  _ to be agile or fast, given the magic I use, but she disputed it. It made me laugh, though, that Steve tried to defend my point. Even I didn’t agree with myself all that much, and I knew he didn’t, but he tried to get me out of it regardless. 

In the end, I had to do some laps, and then practice blocking hits. Initially, I was allowed to do these with Steve, but I did start ‘playing up’ as Natasha described it. So she stepped in and took over while he went to go and train Sam. As she worked me half to death, she asked what was going on with us. I said we were just friends; she laughed her head off.

But it's true, what I said. Him and I are both just friends, as it stands. She remarked that his interest was clear, given that he was mollycoddling me in training, and checking up on me often, but I don’t want to jump the gun. Natasha asked how I felt, but (fortunately), he returned to the room, and conversation stilled. 

When he entered, he told Natasha she’d worked me enough, and despite her objections, he came over and placed a hand on my shoulder. She gave me the face - the ‘you see what’s going on now?’ face - before heading off. 

Steve fusses over me, the same way you did. A thousand questions all summing up as ‘are you okay?’ while making some kind of contact. He cupped my cheeks when I wouldn’t look at him, and his eyes were filled with worry. Of course, I was fine, but I liked the attention. You knew I always did - I constantly played you for a fool to get fuss. It works with him. He’s not figured that out yet.

After he deemed me as being fit and healthy, we went for snacks, but stayed on site. He made us coffee, and we chatted about Natasha’s training.

His hands are warm and calloused. He smells like cedarwood and clove. If he didn’t come to get me that day we went to lunch, I don’t think I would still be here. I know I talked about joining you, and a part of me still wants to. The knowledge of how permanent this is aches me unbearably. But I don’t know that I want to die, not anymore.

Love, Wanda


	12. Chapter 12

Dear Pietro

We're not just friends. You would have lost your mind over this. I can only imagine you giving him the full lecture on how he wasn't to hurt me, and what would happen if he did. I can assure you, Piet, that he would never. There is no doubt in my mind that you would have liked him. 

Over the last couple of weeks, he has been taking me to all sorts of different places. We went for dinner, and afterwards, he asked me to be his girlfriend. Well, that’s a generous description of it. Steve stuttered and stammered a great deal and tripped over his words in a vague attempt to ask. I couldn’t stop laughing, eventually putting the question together for him, to which he confirmed that was what he was asking. 

The rest of that week, we only went to small places - walking trails and lunch spots more than anything. Natasha has been teasing him relentlessly; he’s terrible at hiding embarrassment. Even I have started joining in. For his sake, I’m trying harder in training. I think he’s proud of me - he still keeps treating me like a baby when we’re done though. He’s maybe a little worse for it now.

But, I don’t mind. I’ve missed having someone be so sweet to me. When you first passed, I couldn't imagine ever finding happiness. Steve brings me that. I will never be able to get over you, and I will always miss you with my whole heart, but it is becoming more bearable. 

Up there, I wonder if you've met anyone? I hope so. Any woman would be lucky. 

Love, Wanda


	13. Chapter 13

Dear Pietro

Today presented me with a rollercoaster of emotions I didn't expect to have. First of all, I had to see Clint. It brought back a great deal of pain for me, but Steve stayed with me through the conversation. He apologized for what happened to you, to which I scoffed, but seeing Steve's disappointed face, I gave in and accepted his apology.

In truth, I know it isn't his fault. You made a choice; you gave your life to save another. I can see that now. This is something I have known, but couldn't stomach. When you died, I wanted to blame someone for it - it couldn't have just happened for no reason. But, looking at it now, there was a reason. In a sense, I admire you for it, but there is a part of me that resents your selflessness. 

Clint also brought his baby. They seem to all call him Nate, because Nathaniel is a stupidly long name. It's not my place to deride his choice of name, and do I know that it was picked because he was to be Natasha before they found out he was a boy, but I still think its a silly name. Regardless, he is a cute child. 

While Clint went to discuss something with Fury - his retirement plan, I believe - he asked Steve if he was okay to watch the boy. He would only be gone half an hour at most, and Steve was more than happy to help out. Lord, do I regret his answer. 

This left Steve and I in charge of the baby, something I didn't quite consider the greater picture of. Steve was holding him, chatting away and pulling faces. It was incredibly endearing. I scratched little Nate's cheek softly, and he started giggling. Adorable. At some point, I was being referred to as 'aunty Wanda', especially when Steve left him with me while he went to the bathroom. 

You know how I feel about these sorts of things. This made me feel broody, as I held the child on my lap, bouncing him lightly. His laughter was so pure and joyful. He is only around nine months old, which explains his confusion I suppose, but he called me mama. This made my heart swell, but I assured him I was not, in fact, his mama. He appeared to disagree, but that was his problem.

Steve returned to the room and waved, grinning. Nate started to reach out toward him, happily squealing. When Steve sat back down with us, he kissed me on the cheek and wrapped an arm around my waist. He pinched the baby's cheek. Neither of us had noticed Natasha was in the room, and so began the 'look at the happy family!' teasing.

I don't think I have ever been so embarrassed, but then I looked to Steve, and I felt much better about myself. Pietro, he was as red as a ruby. He was nervously chuckling, shaking his head and attempting to leer at Natasha for her comment. This was a great sight to see. But it was nice in a different way.

We have been together for a few months now, and so I feel this concept does jump the gun a little. However, Steve didn't seem particularly averse to the idea of kids, something Natasha later confirmed for me. He had always wanted a happy family life. As you know, I do too. If things continue to go well, then hopefully we  _ will _ have that. 

I was a little reluctant to give Nate back at first, as Steve and I had gotten quite into reading him a story. We were doing silly voices, and trying to convince him to point to the animals. Clint thanked us, and said it was nice to see us both so happy. Steve assured him that we could babysit any time. I hope he takes us up on that.

It was nice taking care of something again. I know I complained a lot about how much I had to do for you - that you were a lazy boy, and a wind up, and that you took liberties - but what I wouldn't give to do that all again. You were a pain, but you were my pain.

I love you lots,

Wanda


	14. Chapter 14

Dear Pietro

Things aren't okay. When I told Steve a story about you, I was suddenly aware of something. I don't remember your voice. How could I forget?

I know your words, but not how they sound. You are fading. There is no video; there is no proof of you. Your jacket is cleaned, your shoes rained on beside the grave, and your voice silent in my head. 

When Ultron approached us, you told him you didn't have a 'big picture', but a 'little picture', that you would take out and look at. That's what you have become to me. A face slid into the wallet in an old photo, and a few damaged memories. This hurts terribly.

For all my life, you were there beside me. You talked to me after nightmares, told me about your day, and chastised me for spoiling your fun. You would sing to me folk songs while we waited on the crates at the railroad track. The concepts I remember like they were yesterday. The sound is all static and wind. 

I'm sorry, Pietro.


	15. Chapter 15

Dear Pietro,

It's been a while now since I last wrote to you. Things gotten a little on top of me, and I broke down. For a few days, I was put in the ward and monitored. I don't like it there, but I didn't fight it this time.

A cloud hangs over my head. I cannot shake the guilt for forgetting. I cannot shake the mourning that I will never have a prompt to remember the sound. 

My magic is stronger than we thought. As I've been watched, I've been trying to think of ways to use it. Ways it could help me get you back. They come up empty. Let sleeping dogs lie.

It's boring in the wards. You'd hate it. Other than art time, which was the majority of my day, it was spent sitting in silence. One hour a day, cutting into art time annoyingly, was speaking with a counsellor. I would have rathered continuing drawing. But I spoke to them about you.

They told me this is normal. Forgetting things like that. Reacting how I did. They said I might even remember your voice some time, that something might trigger it. I don't trust them completely - it sounded recited. They haven't experienced it.

I'm free now. It hasn't helped that Steve is away at the moment. He's on some kind of mission, with Sam and Natasha. I still don't speak to many of the others here. For a little while, Clint came to see me, and he brought Nathaniel the second time he showed. He was very kind. 

There is a lady who's been around recently, I think she is a friend of Tony's? Her name is Pepper. She is very nice, and I did like speaking to her. She takes no shit off of anyone. You would've been hounding her like crazy - ever the windup. 

Come back to me, please. Let me hear your voice again. I need this.

Love, Wanda


	16. Chapter 16

Dear Pietro

Steve came home today. He had been filled in on everything, and came straight to me. I liked that. I also like that he didn't tiptoe around me like I was a landmine ready to blow. Instead, he asked how I was feeling. I asked if this had happened to him before, and he admitted that he went through a similar thing when he lost his mother. 

We didn’t talk on it for long; I pushed a topic change. He told me about his mission, said it went cleanly for once. Simple execution - in, out, get some files, throw shield a guy, come home. No doubt this wouldn’t happen again any time soon, but I was happy to see him return in one piece. 

When we were feeling up to it, we went to your grave again. We left flowers, and brushed away the moss that started claiming the stone. Your shoes look terrible - the rain has really done them in. I’d like to think that you’ve been using them up there, and that’s what did the damage. Maybe you did; I can’t see the afterlife. 

If he isn’t too sore, we’re going for breakfast in the morning. I still feel the weight of you being gone, and I can’t shake that guilt I keep feeling, but I feel a little better now he’s here. At least, I feel I have something to hold on to.

I love you dearly, Pietro. Maybe your voice will come back to me one day; maybe this is just a bad time for me. I want to believe things will get better. Perhaps I should contact a medium (Steve tells me they’re a con.)

Love, Wanda


	17. Chapter 17

Dear Pietro,

It’s been a while - a few months in fact! I have to admit, I have been a little distracted lately. It’s been a year now since we lost you, and that has urged me to write. 

Things have gotten better since we last spoke. For a little while, I saw a grief counselor, and as much as I didn’t like it, or him for that matter, it helped me to process it all. He was good at his job and taught me good coping mechanisms, but he wasn’t the friendly type. 

We tried medication for a little while, but it didn’t work out well for me. Too many side effects. But I’m doing better now. I have been trying very hard to get better. 

Steve and I are still together, and it’s going very wonderfully. Things have been calm, not many missions, and not much chaos. This is the most settled things have been in my life, really.

There’s been lots of chances for babysitting little Nate. It’s such fun, and he’s learning to speak! He can walk a little too, but he’s still very wobbly. Steve and I have been trying to help him improve, and I think it’s working. 

It was also okayed that I could go on those few missions! I have been on three so far, and I am learning the ropes. It’s hard - there’s a lot more to pay attention to than you’d think. Plus, I have to reign in my powers for the sake of everyone else. That part feels impossible, but apparently I’m doing a good job. Even Natasha says so. 

Lately, I’ve been thinking - I want to make you proud. With this in mind, I don’t think I’ll be writing to you much more. You’d have been bothered enough that it took me so long to learn to cope with my grief. You will always be on my mind, that will never change, but I think I need to focus on the real world rather than the unconfirmed afterlife. 

Sleep well, Piet. 

Love, Wanda


	18. Chapter 18

Dear Pietro

Never have I wanted more to tell you something in person than I do right now. 

Steve proposed.

We’re getting married in the Spring, and I’m so excited! Never would I have seen myself getting to marry, being able to settle down and enjoy my life. He was a mess, blushing and stuttering and crying. He was crying the moment his hand touched his pocket. Pietro, it was so sweet.

I relayed your ‘don’t you dare hurt her’ spiel, much to his amusement. I can promise you, he wouldn’t. In fact, he asked to write to you as well. There’s no claiming I understand him, but I suppose I should let him.

A few months ago, he finally got his friend Bucky back. It’s a long story, but he was put under mind control, they fixed his conditioning, and now Steve has his pal back. If I thought he cried a lot when he proposed to me, I clearly underestimated just how much he would start whimpering when asking Bucky to be his best man.

He’s a lovely man, Mr. Barnes. A bit silly, even a touch stroppy, but ever so friendly. The stories he’s told me about Steve, it’s great fun. Since being asked to be the best man, he’s started running things by me for the speech. 

I’d do anything to have you there; to have you walk me down the aisle. It is times like these that I’m deafeningly aware that you’re all gone. You, and our parents. We agreed, despite it being unconventional, that I would wear your jacket down the aisle. It might look a little silly - a tracksuit jacket over a wedding dress - but when has this family ever been conventional?

I won’t be walking to the altar alone though. In the time I’ve been with the Avengers, they’ve all treated me so well. I couldn’t have asked for a better place to call home. Family isn’t just blood, as corny as it sounds. These people have become my world. Sam will be giving me away. Tony will be officiating. Pepper, Natasha, and this Spiderboy - Peter - will be my bridesmaids. I wish you could have met that kid, he’s an absolute wildcard. Clint will be helping me get ready on the day, and will drive me to the church. 

Everyone is helping however they can. I have never felt so welcome. We are having a toast to you. 

For all those years we had together, thank you so much. You were my brother, my best friend, and my everything for such a long time of my life. I will never forget you, and I will always treasure you close to my heart. I would give the world for you to be here for just a moment. Maybe you’ll be able to watch the wedding from wherever you are. I hope you do.

Much love,   
Wanda


	19. Chapter 19

Dear Pietro, 

I believe Wanda mentioned that I wished to write to you. It’s funny - we’ve come full circle. I was the one that told her to do this to help her cope. It’s what I did. And now  _ I’m  _ the one writing you. It seemed important to do this.

Whether or not you can read this, whether there’s anything beyond that endless sleep, it would be doing you a disservice to not address you about this. 

Your sister is the best thing to happen to me. She has been incredibly brave, and I know you would be so proud of the progress that she has made. There is no doubt in my mind that she is the only woman for me. I needed to let you know that I would never do a thing to harm a hair on her head. For me, her happiness is paramount. 

I didn’t know you long, none of us did. But you were a wild soul, and you were ever so protective of her. I could never hope to live up to the guardian you were for her all of these years, but I will try my hardest. I promise you.

Godspeed, brother in law,

Signed, Steve

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> To those of you who read along the whole time, thank you so much for sticking with me!  
> The format was a little bizarre to work with, given it was a series of letters from first person perspective, meaning it was a lot of reading and re-reading to see if it matched up with speech more than written word. This brought me a lot of joy to write, and to complete.  
> Feedback would be much appreciated. You can (occasionally, if my phone notifies me) reach me on tumblr at steveswolf, where I also post some art


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